Perpetrating like i'm the hardest (Lucy) [Warning]

[Jocelyn Delancey]

[ooc: The following posts may include graphic/vulgar language and themes that may be uncomfortable for some users to read. Given that you've been warned as promised.]
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After the whole incident in the cafeteria Jocelyn needed to vent anger, frustration, and pin back that urge to break into files to find out where the hell ulrich was housed in that school so that he could get his revenge. No he had to make sure to get deep under that kid's skin. He'd figure out the best way to do that in time.

It was sometime in the evening, he should have been at training, but he refused to go today. Unless they found him and planned to drag him there by an ear he was simply not going. Instead he'd taken his supplies and gone straight for an empty club room. Well, mostly empty anyway, beyond the usual furnishings that is.

The loud echo of an easel setting up echoed through the room, then the canvas being placed and the materials being laid out neatly, almost obsessively in a certain order. That's the way they had to be or he'd completely go mad until it was just right.

Through the room the sound of scraping would echo, the brush strokes upon the canvas, the smooth flow of the paint to the surface. However, the sounds that normally were music to his ears, did nothing to ease the anger he felt as he sighed. A painful sting within his throat reminding him why he'd been pissed in the first place.

His rage caused him to do something that normally would have killed him inside to see happen. He slung his hands to the side, knocking off his materials and the canvas rather suddenly, sending the paint and brushes into the air and the glass jar of water shattering upon the floor.

Paint splattered over the furniture, the floor, his open white button-up shirt, his pants, his shoes, and it seemed he would regret that act only a moment later. His paint covered hand gripping at his own hair a bit, "Fouchking Faggot I'll destroy tha'fouchking fouchk!" his accented voice would ring out into the halls.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

At some point Lucy had to remember that she joined a few clubs when she first got to Hammel. She wasn't entirely sure which ones they were, but regardless she knew she had to pick up papers from some club room and take them... Somewhere. Oh well, Lucy sort of figured she'd remember why when she got there. Keeping things moving and all that. Furthermore she had her backpack strapped to her back, because she was supposed to drop off excess supplies to the art room. That way she didn't have to piss around with it all in the morning.

She heard a lot of shouting, and a lot of swearing. Normally she recognised the voice it belonged to, especially when it carried that kind of accent. But no, that didn't sound like Dom. He had a lot more... Douchey finesse to his words. She pulled the door open when she got there, raising her eyebrow.

"Dude, you lost your shit everywhere." She snerked, taking a few steps into the room. She slung her bag off her shoulder and onto the floor, kneeling down and unzipping the top to produce an excess can of paint. "Are we trashing shit? Cause that's pretty fucking easy, 'ey." She waved her hand in his direction, drawing the paint away from his shirt and tossing it back over the wall behind her.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

The sound of the door opening hardly starlted him. In fact, it would have surprised him more if noone had entered to find out what all the commotion was about. Then again, that had happened before, noone liked to get involved when it could be helped. Which worked out better for him.

"No shit." he stated toward the girl with a grin. He didn't care if she thought him a violent piece of trash or if she were frightened of his aggression like most girls were. Today he just simply gave absolutely no fucks. His throat was bruised with a thick mark around it's form, but it didn't seem to trouble his speech beyond a pain he obviously refused to acknowledge.

"Fouchk me. Seriously." he stated after watching her remove the paint from his clothing and instead tossing over the wall behind her. He was impressed, but more so--she was hot.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Ha!" Lucy replied with a very dark laugh, "No fucking way." Besides, he looked way too much like her friend Dom. And she was hardly going to screw a stranger in a damn classroom, so while she took the statement literally she was pretty much just going to brush it off as something metaphorical. Not a lot of people were used to seeing a power like hers, so she chalked it up to that too.

"So what pissed you off?" Lucy asked, removing a small pot of red paint from the bag and standing back up again. She curled her fingernails around the lid and started trying to pry it off.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

Jocelyn grinned toward her, "No fouchkin way? Tsk. You'll chahnge y'mind soon enou'h. I'm fouchkin' sexy." he stated holding his head up proudly. Though he smirked slightly, "Nice ability you've got. Ahm quite jealous." he stated with that equally as accented tone. Surely it would fade when he was older and more used to the english tongue, but for now it was something people would come to identify the sound of his voice with.

"fouchkin faggot mussed up my pretty neck. I'll destroy that fouchk" he stated kicking over one of his paint containers. More so kicking it across the room until it smacked into a far wall, splattering a nice purple color over the wall, his wings flopping about behind him as he did so.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

All Lucy did was snerk at the comment, before shaking her head idly to herself. She'd be a massive hypocrite if she fucked every random guy in the school. She'd also be replicating a certain person she disliked. "Yeah, whatever." She replied; her way of taking the compliment on. She looked up and with the hilt of a paint brush, pointed over at him. "Wings? Do y'fly?" If not, then that was lame.

"Who fucked up your neck?" She asked, sounding confused but naturally matching his tone with her own. "Someone as ragey as you, you'd think you'd just go all batshit crazy on them." She used the hilt of the paintbrush to pry the lid off, before turning around and throwing the splatter of red all across the wall behind her.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

Joce couldn't help but to laugh at the sight of her shaking her head. He had guessed right with her, she didn't take offense to him that quickly, that was comforting. Though she was still hot and he'd still tap that in a heart beat. Joce knelt to grab a tube of paint that had fallen from his easel, more so been thrown, when his tantrum had exploded. "Yah, I do. D'tha make you want to fouchk me more?" he questioend with a grin.

Though his brows furrowed a bit to the question of who fucked up his kneck, "A fouckin' fag tha's who." he stated rubbint at his nose a bit. "It's nothin' he shed blood for me." he stated with a proud grin. Squeezing the tube of paint out onto the floor. Smearing the blue color across the floor as if the entire room had become their canvas.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Nope." Lucy replied shortly. But she was still smirking at the whole thing. She went through this kind of thing all the time when it came to a lot of her friends, and she always connected with people who were willing to handle her despite the no.

Lucy pressed her hands into the red paint, running her hands along the wall and back towards the door. She smeared it into the door with a short laugh. "So wait, what happened?" She asked, still a little confused. She looked over her shoulder to see him again, her braided hair flicking over her back as opposed to resting on her shoulder. "Some mo had a go at you and you had a go at him and you guys chucked a spaz and punched the shit out of each other?"

[Jocelyn Delancey]

"Reahlly? Don'chicks dig this sort of thing?" he stated with a grin. Those wings lifting slightly, stretching themselves out, as though they were trying to flaunt how awesome they were all on their own. "Can't blame a guy for tryin' still think you'll change y'mind though." he added as his accent drowned his voice with that foreign tone.

"'e wanted my bod o'course. I'm not fag so i tought the fouck' a lesson 'e won't forget" he stated with a smirk. "something like tha' he fouchkin cheaped out and used some ninja shi- to get away and troied to choke me ou' course he was no match f'me" he stated with a smirk. "Ran off like a pussy." He stated before crouching to the floor, shoving his hands into that smeared paint, moving it further across the floor. sliding his hands outwork to make an arc of blue paint upon the floor before him.

"convinced yet?" he questioned with a grin.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"What kinda thing?" Lucy replied, looking at him curiously. "Being questioned a shit load of times after saying no already, or the bright ass wings."

Lucy gave a thoughtful expression when he said he was hit on by some guy. "Cheaped out and tried to choke you?" She asked, wondering how that worked, "And then ran away. Tsh, sounds like he was scared'a you." She walked closer towards him, finding some of the knocked over yellow paint and mixing it against the door with the rest to try and create some kind of orange.

"Of what?" Lucy replied with another question, matching his grin with her own.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

"The wings." he stated with a smirk. "ladies love the sexy bod' and the wings just add to their fairy tale fantasies. "He stated almost arrogantly if it were not for the fact that he hated those wings himself.

"Faggot should be ! Look a'me like a piece of meat i'll teach'm righ'" he stated with a look of disgust for a moment. Picking up a tube of white mixing it with the blue on the floor to create a paler tint. Drawing his hands forward as if he were going to water slide across the floor to smear the paint with his entire body. Though he paused at her question.

Grinning to her he responded clearly, "Your need to fouchk me ov course." he stated as he raised a hand to scratch at his chin. not really caring that he smeared paint there. The pale color of the paint mixture barely made much contrast outside of that blue tint.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Fuck that. That's gross." Lucy replied sharply. Fairy tale fantasies? There was no way she would be able to handle anything like that. Or anyone actually into that.

She scoffed at his statements, though not for the reason he might have thought. "Ain't you pulling the same shit with me?" Given the way he was being at the moment, she wondered if he'd make that kind of connection or if he was just too mad at the fact that it had been a guy to notice.

"I don't need you. And if you don't stop I'm probs just gonna bail." Because while she could handle it for a while, eventually it like everything else was going to get on her nerves.

[Jocelyn Delancey]

"Bitch Please. Nothing with me is ever 'gross.' " he stated rolling his eyes a bit. Though he smirked despite it all.

"Cheah, but you're not a homo. " he shrugged. He didn't really care if it made him a hypocrite. "And 'm DEFINITELY no'a homo. SO, it's okay." messed up logic, but whatevs he did what he wanted.

"Y'don't need me, but you'll want me eventually." He stated with a grin. Grasping hold of that gree tube of paint while standing to his feet, moving to the left wall of the room. Giving it a hard squeeze as he thrust his arm forward. "Awh come on i'm just tuggin y'panties. Don't get 'em in a knot." he stated to her as he slide his hands over trail of paint upon the wall.

"It'd be a shame for my partner in crime to leave me ah' the scene. " he stated raising a paint-covered finger. Joking a bit over the fact they were both vandalizing the room together. Though he had to admit, doing so relieved that anger he felt over the other matter,

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"You don't know that." Lucy replied, looking back up at him with an amused grin. Obviously he had a problem with gay people and that was his choice; she wasn't about to judge him over that. But it wasn't like she had straight tattooed on her forehead. Her tattoos were strictly on her arms. At least, those were the ones he'd be able to see. "People must call you a fairy all the time, right?"

She threw her head back in a laugh when he spoke again. "Y'can't tug on them ever. So give up, dude." She replied, walking back to her bag and finding a small tube of black paint.

"Eh, it's only a little detention. Who gives a fuck what they do?" Lucy asked, still not totally convinced it wasn't going to be worth it to get into trouble. She walked up to him, rubbing her hands in the black paint and pressing them against his back. "Plus you might tell on me like a bitch."

[Jocelyn Delancey]

"hmm. You're right, i don't, but them begging fah more when i walk out o' the door usually gives me tha impression." he stated with a grin. He didn't really mind women being into the same sex, hypocritical perhaps, but that was just hot. He couldn't think of a single man who wouldn't want to be in on that. He twitched somewhat at that word, "yah and they usually lose ah few teeth for it tuh" he stated as he grinned toward her then.

"givin' up is for pussies. " he stated with a grin.

Jocelyn's body arched slightly as her hands pressed their painted surfaces agianst his back. That dust of his 'poofing' up a cloud to the air which he happened to breath in as he turned sharply to face her to keep her from touching his back again, he hissed slightly toward her, "Don't do tha' " He was serious in his tone for a moment though his lips tightened a bit. Pressing together, suppressing a fit of laughter, having breathed in his own dust.

The effects of it already going right to work. The room around them had turned into a giant canvas and her hair in his own little hallucination was standing straight up like a paint brush. He couldn't hold it in anymore and his hand raised pointing at her as he started laughing. "AHha You look like a troll doll !" He declared as he leaned to the paint smeared wall.